He knows.
"And that, my strawberry, is why I want you to join my organization."
"What, just to be some, some pawn in your stupid game?"
"No, I want you as my second in command. Correction, I need you as my second in command."
"You don't need anyone, that's why you left without a word."
His expression changed."I-i..." he scrambled with his words.
"You, you? C'mon just tell me why you left!""But my strawberry-"
"I am not your Anything! Not your Best friend, not your second in command, and NOT your strawberry!"
"(Y-y/n)..."
"Kokichi, stop with those stupid fake tears."
He looked (up/down, depending on your height)
"I [hic] a-am the l-leader. You foll-low m-m-my orders..."
"Kokichi..."
"You k-know I wouldn't u-use you!"
"Kokichi..."
"You k-know me. Y-you care about me. The s-sewing c-class?"
His tears reached the end of his cheeks, dropping onto the floor, as I remember my outburst.
"Strawberry?"
"Yes Kokichi?"
"Do you care about me too?"I put my hand on the locket, on my heart.
"Of course I do."
His knees then gave out, and I rushed beside him.
"You really care?" He sobbed."Yes Kokichi, and I know you can sense my lies, so why would I even try and lie to you?"
He turned towards me. "(Y/N)?"
"Yes Kokichi?"
He put both his hands on my scarf, slowly pulling me in.
"K-kokichi..." I tried to explain.
"Shhh" he said, as he put a finger over my lips."Leader Ouma, the others are waiting to- oh.."
We both pulled away last second.
"Ah, yes, I'll be right there." Kokichi said
"Leader, do you two need some privacy?"
"Yes!" Said Kokichi at the same time I said "No!"
We looked at each other in anger"But strawberry, I thought we had something special!"
"Was that all just a lie to manipulate me? Using my feelings?!?"The arguing stopped.
"You, don't trust me?"
"Kokichi, I know that you lie, yet I can't tell a lie from a truth, unlike you."
"Here!" He grabbed both my hands "No more lies! No lying to each other! A bond of trust only separable by ourselves!""Kokichi..."
"(Y/N)... Please?""My Strawberry Empress?"
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Fruit Salad
Fanfiction"I never asked for this." (Y/N). The ultimate Fashion Designer, or at least, that's the mask she's hiding behind. Who's called Starwberry? Me. The grape has always called me that. Who's the grape? None other than my childhood friend, Kokichi Ouma. W...